novy

It was like rain washing over a lush green moss covered stone. The day we sat together and marveled at the orange pink red summer evening sky. In our chairs above the ground wondering about nuclear winters and eve's fall. We clung to the hope that one day we'd know everything about one another, inside and out, outside and in. We'd become one conciousness.
It was then that I realized, it's not the time you share together, the time you spend attuning one's body and psyche to each other.
What matters is the here and now.